When I was a little girl, the first horse I fell in love with was named Gregory. He was a little bay horse, really almost a pony. He had a large head and big feet and I thought he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Unfortunately, the place where Gregory lived wasn’t very nice and the treatment of the horses was pretty disgraceful. In fact, it almost made me want to give up on riding altogether.
Thankfully, a number of years later, I found wonderful mentors who showed me a kinder, better way.
It’s sort of odd, but even all these years later, I still sometimes what ever happened to poor little Gregory. To be fair, he was my first love…:-)